You are not who you think you are.
Silvia HartmannTags: individuality identity mystery
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.
Beth FantaskeyRedemption is for the weak. The strong keep sinning
Marvin AmazonThe Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?
Louise BoganTags: journey mystery end beggining
The type of mind that can understand good fiction is not necessarily the educated mind, but it is at all times the kind of mind that is willing to have its sense of mystery deepened by contact with reality, and its sense of reality deepened by contact with mystery.
Flannery O'ConnorTags: literature fiction mystery
I'd rather strive for the kind of interview where instead of me asking to introduce myself to society, society asks me to introduce myself to society.
Criss JamiTags: talent success friendship questions society interview self scout opportunity mystery useful introduction skill gift striving interesting contribution recruit
If you don't like the path your life has taken, choose another.
Robert G. DeMersTags: murder mystery detective-fiction
I started to crawl off; then I remembered my leftover pizza, and I peeled off the salami, pepperoni, and anchovies and placed them on the CD tray (whicn no one used these days with flash drives around)on Boone's computer. I hit the close button and watched the smelly part of my delicious dinner slide away. Boone would have a great time wondering 'where's that smell coming from?
Duffy BrownTags: humor revenge funny comedy mystery pizza anchovies salami
Emilia typed in her password and checked her inbox. A review by the Secretariat de Gobernación of drug cartel activities across Mexico. A report of a robbery in Acapulco’s poorest barrio neighborhood that would probably never be investigated. Notice of a reward for a child kidnapped in Ixtapa who was almost certainly dead by now.
Her phone rang. It was the desk sergeant saying that a Señor Rooker wished to see her. Emilia avoided Rico’s eye as she said, yes, the sergeant could let el señor pass into the detectives’ area.
A minute later Rucker was standing by her desk, sweat beaded on his forehead. The starched collar of his shirt was damp.
“There’s a head,” he said breathlessly. “Someone’s head in a bucket on the hood of my car.
Tags: mystery mexico crime-fiction mexico-drug-war
Saya pergi, kembali dan menetap bukan pada hari ini tapi hari esok dan misterinya.
Layla R. AprilyaniTags: mystery
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